Page 19 of Knocking up his Nanny

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in touch,” he tells me softly. “But I can’t stop thinking about you, June.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I respond.My Captain Daddy von Sexy.

He spins me around so that he can press his lips fully against mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His body feels warm and strong, just as it did before, and he fits against me perfectly.

I am not sure how it happens, but in the next moment, I find his hands have slid under my thighs and lifted me, and my back is pressed up against the vending machine as he kisses me deeply. His tongue gently invades my lips, tasting heavenly even without the chocolate. It’s the way every girl dreams of being kissed. Deeply, passionately, properly.

Oh, god.

It melts all my doubts and fears away. Little fireworks of celebration begin to go off in my belly, because the spark of romance that was ignited has not fizzled out. It stayed alive, and he came back, just like he promised. He didn’t disappear. He found me again.

When a person seems to approach the hallway, their shoes clicking on the linoleum, we pull away slightly, staring into each other’s eyes in a love-drunk way. It feels like there’s some kind of magnetic force that won’t allow his body to be a few inches away from mine. I realize how ridiculous we must look embracing like this, but I don’t even care. I feel like a teenager pressed up against the lockers in high school—except I never really did that sort of thing back then.

My mystery man carefully puts me down, and smiles down at me sheepishly, taking my hand in his and lifting it to kiss my knuckles. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asks.

“Sure,” I respond. “Your friend’s office?”

“He’s working today. How about we go for a drive?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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